From depression to....

...bipolar disorder.

I never got to have a very correct diagnosis.

I always stop going to the doctor just as soon as I feel better.

But you know what?

I'm not feeling any better.

I've always associated my depression to my ex-boyfriend, well, most people do but I know that's not the case. Sure, my state of mind and vulnerability might be the cause of it getting worse throughout the years.

All I want is to die.

Happy or not, I wanted to die.

And I was so close to, too.



I don't know. sometimes I'd be fine.
And sometimes, all I want is to stab myself to death.


I hate feeling like this.

God knows it made my ex-boyfriend well....

Can't say it.

But I hope he'll be fine..



It's funny how he's always telling me to stop taking medication.

And well.

I should have continued taking them if I knew it'd be like this.


Haha...ha.

I trusted him so much.

It's really sad.







Fuck this shit.

I'll get help.

-Nisah-